Bad Weather Classic EP

by Zilla Rocca

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A speck of gold, a lesser foe, don't step on toes, don't mess my clothes You never know, your head explodes, (dizzy with a dame) Striped pajamas, mind your manners, knife or hatchet, life on acid Spinal crackin, vinyl backspin, (busy with the bass) Smoking betty's, smoke an emcee, who can test me, spoken deadly High on coke, you know you're pepsi, (walk over your grave) A beast with pumps, obsolete you punks, Aeon Flucuate Good luck today, knuckles meet my face, (I'm OK) Crime of passion, fly assassin, biohazard, buy my fashion Style magnet, wild traffic, (never hold the rope) Change of plans, maven man, wasted chance, patient fans Wave your hands, I'm cutting up the grams (daddy's dope) HOOK I'm hanging off the roof with one hand losing my grip Catch the chopper, deck a copper, sweat inside the metal locker Always vodka, never opera (falling off the stage) Mortgage due, so point and shoot, the choice is new The boys in blue might fuck with me, I fuck with you (you're talking kinda strange) The warning track, the hornet's back, don't forget your boarding pass Horns to snatch, New Orleans cash (colors everywhere) Clifton heights, I name my price, i cut the lights, so say goodnight My blazer's tight, my paper's light (drunk without a care) A lousy pimp, the bounty is, up to fifty thousand, shit You counting it, you probably snitched (who could really blame you?) Clean the plate like Akineyle, kill the beat or acapelli Hanging off a Tiger Heli (nobody can save you) HOOK I'm hanging off the roof with one hand losing my grip
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[Verse 1] Never should I lose you, man say it ain't so You blacked out on 95 the night of the show I didn't know the state you were in, unsafe in your whip I could've bounced and gave you a lift home Bruised knuckles, a smashed frame, you lost control Some whiplash, why'd you have to sip that? Rain dropped heavy, heavy it dropped that night The tow truck came with chains and a flash light I haven't seen that bad since the Laff House Even then, you made it home before you passed out Just home from the war overseas Glad to be back though it tortures your dreams I don't know the pain you feel but I see it At least it decreases when you receive treatment I wanna see you carve out your own path You treat me like the brother that you never had, thank you [Verse 2] Never should I lose you, baby say it ain't so I watched you fall down, stayed away to let you grow We played in the rain and slid on the grass Scrounged quarters for the ice cream man, he couldn't pass by Without getting something to spoil our appetite You were this close from joining the after life I almost cried at the sound of that You almost died on your knees for a vial of crack Now, fast forward a year or two, you're living proof I wrote that last song with tears in the booth Received praise as you made me a plate You're so beautiful with no makeup on your face Don't need it, I speak it, laid your secrets To hold it all in is not brave, it's a weakness I'm so amazed you're an artist who understands It's good to reach out for another's hand, I got you [Verse 3] Never should I lose you, man say it ain't so Taught me how to tell stories many years ago The baby of the family, how sad to see You taken prematurely, I was numb, I was a shorty Didn't grasp it then, couldn't shed the tears Heard the news as I was getting out my baseball gear Face my fears playing wiffleball in the street As your brothers and sisters shake and weep The man who did it is gone now, rotting in hell Killed himself inside his prison cell, coward I was angry and powerless, I still am To see life leave the body of a young man And that was you, the smile, the curly hair You lived upstairs, I felt safe when you were there Your daughters are right here in your image So even though you're gone you're still living, believe that
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[Verse 1] Corner store closed, then it opened Now it's owned by folks who look nothing like you, and it grows Your mom's not home, your best friend is shady Your girl boosts bad cardigans from Old Navy Your neighbor's laid off and strung out Your block gets snowed in and plow trucks don't come down So what now, it's no frills, Save-a-lot Your high school buddy's bartending, he never became a cop His sister has an office job, she kissed you down the shore Then married your man who takes bets on the side No one travels cause everything is here Parents at 19, no birth control, plenty beer [Chorus] If it seems that I'm too quiet That's cause I miss it there My mind tells me I have to fly but I can't help but miss it there [Verse 2] Party rock in basements, jump offs in Packer Park Drunk driving 8 blocks, sideswiped my uncle's car Stickball schoolyards, 40 oz ringers Old man call cops, we throw the middle finger Grabbing coffee at 11:30 Pay a bum to grab my sixpack, they will never serve me French fries at 3:05, slept past 12 Punch in at 2, better stop them shelves [Bridge] Swear to God, there's no other place on earth I'd rather be Swear to God, there's no one else I'd rather be Swear to God, I dedicate my life to nothing new Swear to God, I'm so glad he's given me you [Chorus] If it seems that I'm too quiet That's cause I miss it there My mind tells me I have to fly but I can't help but miss it there [Verse 3] The smart ones skipped town, Hollywood, Virginia Beach NYC, even Delaware provides relief Went to school with many priests They smoked cigarettes and cheered their favorite teams Now they're up shit's creek Dogs in backyards, cats in the alleys Rich kids failed out and still drive Denalis Time froze, you still the damn king That's why you still wear your high school ring I get it [Bridge] Swear to God, there's no other place on earth I'd rather be Swear to God, there's no one else I'd rather be Swear to God, I dedicate my life to nothing new Swear to God, I'm so glad he's given me you [Chorus] If it seems that I'm too quiet That's cause I miss it there My mind tells me I have to fly but I can't help but miss it there
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about

A hush falls over the city, thicker than the February snow and twice as heavy. From some dark place in that desperate sprawl, Zilla Rocca of the infamous 5 O’Clock Shadowboxers delivers his latest EP. This is a dangerous parcel, weighted down with seedy, visual lyrics and beats that cut closer than a two-bit shave.

These are the Bad Weather Classics.

So grit your teeth, and think of Philadelphia.

"This is some shit for train rides or table sitdowns, with half a bottle of whisky and deep thoughts/conversation. Intoxicating"--Khal, RockTheDub.com

"It’s stormy, wet cobblestone streets, upper level evil doer, getting ready to bomb music. Zilla Rocca‘s “Bad Weather Classic” maintains such a stark and violently pleasant sound with lyrics that don’t fail to impress with tales of running, loss, and pummeling opponents that will have you nodding like a madman while listening to it"--WhenGiantsMeet.com

"This is hip hop at its most murky: bad weather and baleful rhymes. Special techniques"--PassionOfTheWeiss.com

credits

released February 17, 2011

Mixed and mastered by Zilla Rocca at the International Dart Parlour. Philadelphia, PA.

All songs written by Zilla Rocca (S. Zales) for Three Dollar Pistol Music (ASCAP) except where noted.

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Three Dollar Pistol Music Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Zilla Rocca: The #1 Bourbon General. The Career Crook. The Future Former Rapper. The man with a '96 Mentality. The owner of Three Dollar Pistol Music. The calm voice amongst the Wrecking Crew. South Philly's finest crime author.

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